Our dreams poles apart
Ours and theirs…
Dreams come in black and white, they say
And ours was no exception…
Bloated and swollen with accumulated aspirations
Black and white alternating,
Our dream lay in the midst..
Ever since the battle kicked off,
We too have been..
Kissing victory or espousing defeat
The next few minutes will decide…
Eleventh hour we have arrived at
The eleven of us.
And towards the goal we run…..
And what a goal it was!!!!!
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